My name is Pip and I was rescued from a kill auction.
I was very scared, thin, full of lice, and with overgrown hooves. My head hurt from wearing a too small halter with just the clip from a lead rope attached to it hanging against my chin. My face has permanent marks from that halter to this day, years later. It took a lot of time and patience to earn my trust and I’m only most comfortable with one person. When the rescue lady is with me, I try hard to accept others as she makes sure nothing bad ever happens to me. I don’t always understand why they need to pick up my feet to trim them, but they make me feel good and proud when I do it. I hear the rescue lady tell others I don’t have a mean bone in my body as some people don’t understand the difference when I am afraid and stand-offish.
I hear the rescue lady tell others I don’t have a mean bone in my body.
I like when the trainer nicknamed me “Pip Star” because I have a lot of “try” when learning. I’ve come a long way under the care of the rescue, but they understand my progress could easily be undone if someone else forgot my special needs. I’m so relieved they are letting me stay with the rescue and my other horse friends. The rescue lady’s horse, Monti, is my best friend although he is a bit bossy at times.
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